Chapter 2 (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

At this moment, the farmer’s drunkenness almost disappeared. He looked around.

There was no one!

Then who was talking?

Subconsciously, the farmer looked at the scarecrow in front of him.

Could it be him?

The farmer subconsciously developed such a ridiculous idea.

But then, he shook his head and said with an embarrassed smile, “Hey, I really drank too much. How can a scarecrow talk?

“I must have heard it wrong.”

After muttering this, the farmer planned to continue walking forward and rush home.

He convinced himself with the excuse of hearing it wrongly, but the alcohol had already dissipated. Looking at the pitch-black wheat field, he was more or less flustered.

The most important thing was to leave as soon as possible.

But in the next moment, the so-called auditory hallucination happened again.

“Brother, it’s getting dark. Be careful when you walk at night.”

This time, the farmer froze on the spot.

Cold sweat oozed out from his forehead.

This time, it was definitely not a hallucination!

[Fear + 30]

The farmer looked around in fear, trying to boost his courage with a loud voice.

“Who, who is speaking? Stop pretending, I’m not afraid of you!”

However, no one responded to him in the empty wheat field.

There was only the slight rustling sound of the night wind blowing on the wheat field.

This sound, which was originally pleasant to hear, was now like the whisper of a demon.

Listening to this rustling sound, it was as if there was a tiny claw scratching the farmer’s heart, making his heart palpitate.

This made him more and more flustered, and he desperately wanted to escape.

However, his legs had gone weak.

The wheat field at night made him feel an inexplicable sense of fear.

Rustle, rustle.

A gust of night wind blew past, and the scarecrow next to him rustled like a wheat field.

The farmer followed the sound and turned his gaze to the scarecrow in front of him.

It was a simple-looking scarecrow.

It was a person made of straw as its name suggested. It was covered with a dirty white rag, which could barely be considered a cloth.

However, it was used to scare the birds, and some parts were made a little more ‘delicate’.

For example, the face was cut open with a knife and used as a mouth.

It also had fake toy eyes.

There was even a worn wide-brimmed hat on his head.

It was originally a rather comical image.

But now, in the farmer’s eyes, he felt it was strange.

“Could it be that this fellow said something just now?”

The farmer muttered to himself and could not help but shiver.

If that was really the case, wouldn’t he have met a ghost?

However, he had really seen a ghost.

In the next second, the scarecrow actually grinned and looked at the old farmer.

“Old friend, don’t we see each other every day?”

Looking at the scarecrow in front of him, the farmer’s mind instantly buzzed and went blank.

At this moment, the farmer even felt his ears ringing.

This wasn’t the effect of Flanders’s skill, but a physical reaction caused by the old farmer’s own fear.

[Fear + 30]

The farmer saw this scarecrow every day.

In his impression, this scarecrow had been standing here for a long time.

Who would have thought that this scarecrow, whom he saw every day, would actually speak?

Unknowingly, the farmer was already sweating profusely. A stream of liquid flowed down his thigh, wetting his pants.

This farmer was so scared that he peed himself.

His legs suddenly went weak and he couldn’t stand. He looked at the scarecrow in front of him with fear. He used his hands to support himself on the ground and crawled backward.

But Flanders wouldn’t let go of the prey in front of him.

[Fear!]

Flanders’s eyes focused. The farmer’s expression immediately turned deathly white and his eyes became empty.